mark zuckerberg looking ahh
Anit depressent pill taking ahh
Losing johnny ahh
@johnprice-asks
this u?
#midlife crisis
FUCK U UGLY WHORE GO AND KILL YOURSELF DUMB SLUT 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻, IMAGINE BEING THIS UGLY TOO? UGLY MF AND NOW YOU WILL GET BLOCKED LIKE A LITTLE BITCH 🤮🖕🏻
girly what happened exactly
overhaul walks towards me
Me: kicks his leg
Overhaul: wobbles and falls
I was curious if you could do a pt2 for Suspect ? If not it’s okay just ignore me heh ^^”
actually i'm thinking to do it bceause peole are messaging me to do it but i am a lil busy this whole month of may bcs i have exams and some job night shifts
guard dog simon that guard dog simon this but what about old man simon? yup he's an old dog- retired, miserable, reliable, experienced. knows so many horrors to man kind that if he ever decides to talk about it most people get scared but you're different, you listen to him intently with some occasional coos of 'you're so strong', 'that's is so cool' when he talks about the time when he took down a whole unit 36 men to be exact, alone. he was pleasantly surprised that he even managed to pull a bird like you, but somehow he did. Don't even get me started on what this man dreamed about as soon as you decided to talk with him, oh how you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, how you'd look with a swollen belly full of his lad, how you'd look sleeping in his bed beside a big chunky baby, he has to stop, he can't afford to cum from just these thoughts. and its not like you didn't know that he was excited or surprised, not after seeing that damn tent in his jeans.
He thinks that he has successfully trapped a bird like you in his cage but what he doesn't realise that he's the one falling into yours.
got this idea from the old man price series by @dumbbitchgalore, thanks :).
pov : you and kirishima make a silly decision of dancing in the rain and you make force bakugou dance too
A cool breeze fans against the heat of your skin, warm from the intense exchange of dancing and conversation from the ballroom floor inside.
The heavy patter of rain is accompanied by a bout of cheerful laughter and a series of playful splashes of water trailing away from the door.
“Come on y/n! Come join me!” Eyes full of light and his teeth pulled together into a shiny grin, Kirishima calls out to you from the middle of the venue parking lot, completely drenched from his brilliant red hair to his shiny, black shoes.
Under the protection of the entryway awning, Bakugo folds his arms in judgement. “Tch, shitty hair, this is a stupid idea! Get back here!” You cautiously inspect the long hem of your dress and your sparky, heeled shoes. Even under a shelter from the rain, a puddle forms around your toes, growing steadily from the downpour.
“You’re not thinking of joining that idiot, are you?” Bakugo asks, turning to you. You find yourself smiling as Kirishima does a celebratory spin, arms spread wide to the will of the sky above him. Bakugo’s distaste slips your mind, as you hurriedly slip off your shoes and bolt from the dry entryway.
“Sorry Bakugo!” You call out behind you, the first trickles of rain splashing against your skin. “Dumbass! Not you too!” He spits in frustration. Fabric gathered in your hands, concrete rough against your bare toes, Kirishima’s bright smile drives you forward. The scent of earth and air fills your lungs, fueling your burst of adrenaline. Your eyes meet and he pauses, opening his arms to catch you.
You collide into his rain-soaked suit jacket with an elated gasp, his presence crushing you affectionately as he pulls you into the safety of his arms. “You’re crazy Kiri.” You breathe into his shoulder. “Does that make you crazy for joining me?” He teases, earning him a playful smirk and a gentle punch to his chest.
“You idiots. Making me come out here in the damned rain!” You both turn in pleasant surprise to your explosive friend, a pinch in his brow and his hands stuffed stubbornly into his pockets. His heavy footsteps disrupt the puddles across the tarmac as he storms over to you.
“Hey man! You changed your mind?” Tucked comfortably into his side, you could feel the joy radiate from Kirishima’s chest. Bakugo grumbles dismissively. “sOmEoNE needs to watch you two… And it’s not like the rain’s gonna kill me, it’s just not fuckin necessary you morons!” A spurt of laughter escapes you at the sight of Bakugo’s notable annoyance yet, very attentive gesture to join you.
“C’mere bro.” Kiri wraps a welcoming arm around him, pulling you all together. You breathe in the comfort of their closeness. “We were all so busy in there, I didn’t get a chance to dance with you guys.” Kiri looks up at you both sheepishly. “Uh, I was wondering, if it’s not too late, could we dance now?” Bakugo sighs, pulling away a little and motioning to downpour around you. “You really wanna dance in the rain shitty hair? Not inside?”
“C’mon Bakugo, it’ll be fun, just the three of us.” You smile, your eyes catching a section of his hair folded across his forehead. You tenderly brush it away from his face, raking it over his hairline, soaking wet from the rain. “We just want to spend some time with you tonight.” Your touch and your comment make him flinch a little from embarrassment. His cheeks begin to flush a gentle pink, flustered from the openly intimate affection.
His expression furrows thoughtfully as Kirishima reaches for his hand. “C’mere man, it’s our prom night, can your prom dates get one dance with you?” He asks with a warm smile. Tilting his head to the sky, letting the unease trickle off the sides of jaw, Bakugo reciprocates the gesture, pulling Kirishima away from the curb.
As he storms off through the rain once again, his head turns over his shoulder and his eyes home in on your giddy expression. “Don’t get too ansty y/n, wait your turn.” Kirishima turns to you despite being dragged behind in Bakugo’s wake. “You’re up next y/n! Can’t leave here tonight without dancing with you.” “Ugh, fine, but I get her after! Best for last!” Bakugo barks in dispute. Kirishima runs a hand through his drenched bangs in compliance. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say- wait, best for last? What, are YOU the best or is she?” Bakugo pauses, before shoving Kirishima awa“I’m not gonna answer that! Just shut up and dance with me shitty hair!” Sitting on the curb nearby, you giggle at their friendly squabble, feeling a swell in your heart as you watch your dates dance together under the cool, calming trickle of the rain
Mr. Compress look at Tomura and Spinner playing game together
Mr. Compress : Ah... Those gaymers.
Izuku : Gamers.
Mr. Compress : Gaymers.
Really, But I thought the UA Traitor was Kirishima?
omggg nooooo!! 😭😭😭 ch 335 was a leaked chapter
this will keep me fed for atleast a week, thanks @empresskylo
hi, i just imagined simon, all big and scary, head to toe in black. but cut the cameras down a little and you’re clutching his bicep, hanging off his arm with a big grin on your face like the pretty little thing that you are. in a tight little pink dress that he can’t stop admiring. the complete opposite of him in every way.
you don’t tell him, but your feet are killing you. ofc simon notices even though you try to pretend like you’re fine—complaining about your heels just seems so silly. but he’s scooping you up into his arms, his face stoic and grumpy, but he doesn’t mind. nope, and he’s even got your heels hanging from his fingers as he carries you back to his apartment.
he loves his hyper feminine girlfriend, loves that your feet hurt from your obnoxious heels, loves your tight pink dress, loves your sweet perfume, loves your long sparkly nails, loves your big goofy grin. and he loves how you look next to him—he stands there all brooding, in all black, hood pulled on, frowning, but his calloused hand is laced with yours, so soft and girly beside him, smiling up at him like he walks on water. you two definitely draw strangers attention when you stroll down the street.